The body was carried away.
Zhou Ning still squatted at the edge of the pool of blood, trying his best to collect blood samples, and it wasn't until a wave splashed onto the pool that he grabbed Mr. Zhao's hand and leapt to higher ground.
"Zhou Xiaozhou, do you have a death wish? This isn't the beach. When a wave comes in, it smashes onto the rocks; we wouldn't be able to save you. The retreating surge is very powerful," said Mr. Zhao.
Zhou Ning nodded. The convenient route they had previously surveyed was now impassable. However, getting to shore from their position wasn't too difficult. When they leapt onto the curbstone by the road, Liu Yongxin approached them with an uncontrollable look of concern on his face.
"What took so long? Is there a problem with the scene?" he asked.
Zhou Ning shook his head.
